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"What was he saying to you before I got here?" Zayn asked Liam curiously. He looked visibly calmer now that Alec was gone. He put a bit of distance between us. It was clear that Liam was safe. I didn't need Zayn when Liam was around; Liam wouldn't hurt me. I think.
"He was telling me about the deal we have tomorrow. It's not yours, it's some other one that he recently made. It's fucking stupid. It's with that Mexican cartel up on the coastal side of town, near the beaches and shit. They're swingin' by tomorrow."
"Is it the usual?" Zayn pressed. Liam nodded slowly, then shook his head. He made a gesture on his arm. Resembling somebody getting a shot.
Heroin. The drug deal was with heroin.
"With all these deals he's making, we won't have enough supplies to last very long." Liam said. He had an annoyed expression.
"Doesn't matter. I have to go meet someone down at the club on Bancroft Street tonight. You'll be there, yeah?"
"I'll be a bit late." Liam looked at me for the first time since we had entered. "I've got my own business to tend to."
I could've sworn I saw Zayn smirk.
Liam's eyes became fixated on the side of my neck. Zayn cleared his throat.
"It's time to get going." He said to Liam.
I turned my face away from Liam, looking at the floor so he couldn't really see the mark anymore.
"Right. Yeah. Let me know if you hear anything." Liam squared his shoulders then began making his way up and out of the, somewhat, basement.
Zayn let out a long sigh. We stood there awkwardly next to one another, neither of us knowing what to do.
"I don't like him." I said suddenly. I meant for it to be more a whisper. It instead came out as a huge mumble of words.
Zayn furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Probably trying to figure out what I just said.
"I don't like him." I repeated slower. I could feel my heart thumping loudly inside my chest. There was a lump in my throat making it nearly impossible to say anything that could be even remotely intelligent. I was nervous.
"Liam?" Zayn finally asked. His face was crinkled and lips were pursed in a thin line. He looked to be in deep thought. I felt another wave of nerves wrack through me.
I shook my head.
Realization hit Zayn. He rocked slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets. Zayn's hair was sticking in all directions. He didn't have time to fix it this morning. His style right now was a classic bed head and an occasional hand running stressfully through his hair. To me, he looked like one of those punks you go to school with. The ones who smoked cigarettes on school grounds and got wasted over the weekends. The ones who didn't really care about anything.
"Alec." Zayn said softly. I nodded slowly, waiting for his reaction. Either he took it well and left it as it was or he flipped shit on me for saying something out of place.
A cool shiver tingled up my back. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to make myself warmer. I was still in Zayn's shirt and boxers along with the huge socks on my feet. None of it was enough to keep me warm.
Zayn watched me as I started shivering a bit more. His expression was once again blank with no emotion. I hated when he did that. It made me angrier than his mood swings. I can't tell what he's thinking when he goes blank like that. Maybe that's why he did it. To be 'mysterious' and shit.
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